Secrets Beneath Sands
Seemingly mystified presence;
Beholds every treks atop;
Blase art thee, earth born;
Stepping unchalantly o'er;
Bias thereupon my worth.
Traditional emblem certain;
Upon thee a carnal knowledge;
Restored o'er me by strength;
Unity of earth and sea;
pillared faith of existence.
Hence the merry rings;
Patiently waiting in vials;
Sands and sand becomes one;
Grooms kissed brides;
My unifying existence.
Turbulence comes with peace;
A reminder against disorder;
In deserts my dessert;
Every chaos for ignorance;
As I depart with the storms.
Copyright © John Ayo | Year Posted 2013
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